hurricane drunk [fanfiction: phoebe&stinky]
title: hurricane drunk
author: seemslikeaporno
rating: k
pairing/character(s): pheobe&stinky / helga
notes: crack!pairings are cool and you know it. i don't know why i took a liking to this pairing, honestly. i think it's the fact that they are completely and totally opposite and i adore their interactions together because, well, they're different. i don't know, i'm just trying to come up with excuses for my twisted mind. **and for those wondering, the poem mentioned at the beginning is the one stinky read to phoebe in the episode where she accidentally passes gas into a microphone and leaves school because of her embarassment. because it's a very sweet poem up into the end, aha.
disclaimer: hey! arnold is not mine, and you better be glad it isn't or else pairings like this would happen.
It must have been that poem.
That’s all Phoebe can figure out, at least. Because why else would she think that, maybe, Stinky was a tad likeable and sort of cool and had a little bit of a sweet side?
She knows that they’re complete opposites. She’s short and he’s tall, she’s intelligent and he’s moronic, she’s perfect and he’s not. She has things going for her (like college and leaving this town even if part of her doesn’t want to) and he’ll be stuck here all of his life planting giant pumpkins in his backyard (even though it’s practically impossible to grow anything in the city). So she doesn’t understand why it hurts to say goodbye to him, most of all, when she’s finished giving her valedictorian speech at their high school graduation and is hugging everyone goodbye.
It should hurt more when she hugs Helga as tightly as she can and whispers in her ear that she’ll miss her and Helga hugs her right back and tells her to get herself together and go on with life (even if there are tears rolling down her own cheeks). It should hurt more when she looks around and sees that Gerald isn’t even there. Not because he didn’t graduate (because Lord knows Gerald’s smart), but because he doesn’t exist in Hillwood anymore (he doesn’t exist anywhere anymore and Arnold still hates himself for losing his best friend three years ago).
But when she hugs Stinky for the first time in her entire life and says goodbye, and he wishes her good luck and he hopes for the best and he holds onto her a little longer than he probably should, her heart slams against her ribcage so hard it hurts. And she can’t breathe and she can’t think and she can only mutter a lame thank you in response because, for once in her life, she doesn’t know what to do. He gives her a dopey smile and a quick you’re welcome and then throws his hat into the air, prompting everyone else to do the same.
There’s an arm thrown around her shoulder on one side and another on the other side, and then Stinky, six feet and five inches tall, picks her up and swings her around like she’s a rag doll, and Phoebe cries and laughs at the same time because she feels like a nine-year-old again, the smart little kid with a huge vocabulary who, up until this point, didn’t reallyreally know how to have fun.
When he puts her down, she staggers into Helga, who cocks a brow like she knows something. She doesn’t say so, though, just hugs her best friend because they’re finally going their separate ways after all these years, and when Phoebe’s parents come to take her home, she takes one last look behind her and doesn’t see anyone but Stinky, standing tall against the rest of the crowd and she thinks, maybe, college could wait a little longer.
But she keeps walking.